Poem Two

I pinch the bridge of my nose over and over longing for something to change 
I can write in a straight line but that doesn’t seem like enough 
I hold the skin beneath my knee and wish someone would do it for me  
My thoughts circle and circle in my mind 
I pinch and pinch and pinch at my skin then maybe something will happen
I look around for an answer and realise I haven’t asked a question
My creations surround me like a shrine to the living